Novel & Cerita Book The Woman

"I suppose no place in London is truly safe, which is why no woman should walk the streets alone, especially in the evening." Her gaze grew distant for a moment. "It is a mistake I will not make again." Then she looked down at her book. "Next question, my lord." Well, he'd tried. Perhaps a more circuitous route was required to win her trust. "What book are you reading?" He nodded at the tome she'd set aside. "Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations." "Truly?" He blinked at her. Most men he knew couldn't finish that book, and he'd never given much thought to whether a woman would read it. Not that he didn't think a woman could manage it, just that it was so bloody boring

a woman with a husky voice said in a mocking tone. I stayed back on the wall when people charged towards someone who had just saved me. I was armed with books as I heard the woman huff and breathe sharply, men groaning and falling on the floor. If someone came close to me, I was ready to slam a hardbound, heavy book at them. “It’s okay,” the woman panted, lightly touching my arm. “You are okay. You are safe. Let’s get you out of here, I think there are more—yep, there they are.”

She was too smart not to know that she shouldn’t bite off more than she could chew. Standing from a distance, Minah could see a familiar figure of a fidgeting woman who was waiting outside her unit. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, the woman spun around and made eye contact with her. The woman was gripping the sling of her unbranded bag and was wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Isabel. Minah crossed her arms as soon as she reached her. “What brought you here?” “Can we talk?”

“Stone.. tall.. broken windows..” Her breath shudders again. “And books,” she continues weakly. “So many books. Stacked everywhere.” Cold unease slides beneath my ribs. Because that sounds familiar. Her eyes lift slowly to meet mine. Fear burns bright inside them now. Not vague. Not distant. Sharp. Real. “And a woman,” she whispers. My pulse slams hard against bone. “What woman?” I demand. Her lips part slightly. Voice barely audible. “An old one,” she breathes. “Watching me.”

Before everything, before Emilia, she was the only woman I saw myself getting married to. Bianca was a beautiful woman. She was well established as an influential woman, and her forward attitude was one of the things that drew me to her. It intrigued me how she never backed down when she wanted something. Back then, I thought she was the only woman fit to rule beside me until she decided power was more important.

He added, "Alyssa Winter, you were cruel enough to refuse to let Gracie move into our home, forcing a pregnant woman to live all alone. So, I'm going to make you experience how hard life is for women." At that moment, the restaurant customers followed the burly woman outside. Timothy shoved me back into the pit without a second thought. The woman threw a stack of photos at me, hitting my body hard. She yelled, "Still trying to deny it? This is all the evidence. You're disgusting! You're married, yet you're still playing mistress to my husband." One photo stuck to the food that stained my clothes. When I picked it up and looked at it, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

Curious and slightly wary, and entirely unaware that the woman standing ten feet away from her had once counted her fingers in a hospital room and memorised every one. "Mama," Luna said softly. She was looking at Isabella. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart. Isabella held her closer and turned away without looking at me again, and Elias followed, and the man by the laptop pulled the drive and pocketed it, and within two minutes the warehouse was emptying of everyone except me and the still, silent figure in the wheelchair by the far wall. The door closed. I stood completely motionless until I heard the cars outside start and pull away.

His wife and kids were abroad so he lived alone, while she came for housecleaning she ceased the opportunity to go through his books, at first they were too hard for her to comprehend but considering she had been a science student at her secondary school, she quickly grasped it and everyday after cleaning she sat down and read the chemistry and biology text books One Saturday, he had called for her duties and when she hurried over, it had been to clean his lab which was always locked, she was fascinated by the place, it was the feeling one had after watching a movie, then seeing an actor from it live. Every single chemicals she had read about and seen in the books were right in front of her

Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life. "Well now you did." The unknown woman of early 20s commented as she passed a short chuckle out as a reply for Serena who smiled a little. Soon watching the woman pinch the flame of the cigarette on the railing of the balcony and then flicking the cigarette off carelessly the second later. Serena knew that the unknown woman did that to not make her feel uncomfortable with the smoke anymore. Serena appreciated that gesture well. At least she was considerate enough for her presence. "What is your name?"

Reaching. Antonio turned back to Philip. "Once again. Your wife is a genius," Antonio said. He started to walk away. Then he stopped. Turned back. "Philip." He waited until their eyes met. "Keep that woman. Her type is rare to find." **** My sweethearts please feel free to drop your reviews and ratings. It's a safe space to write our minds. I really need your feedbacks on this book.